Text Box: LISTEN Stop your voice Listen to me please I can't comprehend what you want or need Let me blossom in the sun Small and shy.....I need to grow In your words you speak with Sarcasm Controlling my thoughts, words, and actions I may be broken into tiny pieces like a china plate scattered and destroyed Or like a book in which you read the story over and over The ending will never change The story will always be sad In the book we lost the will to create the love envious of others Lisa Bowman

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